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A Few Words

White Winged Bird

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A Few Words

Time passes swiftly with the tides of
Distant visions still
   - sands remain
Wash away the silence
   - shifting winds
Blowing back reflections...
I begin Again

Wees ©1997

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White Winged Bird

The last thing I saw was a white winged bird.
She flew so good in the breeze and with no regret
I watched her die on a rock by the waving sea.
Her soul reached out but hovered still in the air by
which she'd flown and I smiled inside as I realized
I wouldn't be alone.
For death is sweet when it is shared and you know
I dared to please that bird who died that way
this day was the one who died with me.

Wees © 1997

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